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. The Saturday evening post. tick to him as long as he sticksto me. Mr. Bracket ground his teeth. Then hesaid: Well, thank goodness, that isntlikely to be long! Hes frivolous—thatswhat he is. I think it comes of his havinidled away his time at the war. Yourfather will see to it that he doesnt set eyeson you for the next three months. The door ppened, and Antony enteredwith a slow and majestic gait. On a silvertray he brought three large bright-blueporcelain flower vases. Poppy glanced at him, murmured,Gracious! This is a new one! Your father told me he was gettingmore of them, said Mr. Bracket
. The Saturday evening post. tick to him as long as he sticksto me. Mr. Bracket ground his teeth. Then hesaid: Well, thank goodness, that isntlikely to be long! Hes frivolous—thatswhat he is. I think it comes of his havinidled away his time at the war. Yourfather will see to it that he doesnt set eyeson you for the next three months. The door ppened, and Antony enteredwith a slow and majestic gait. On a silvertray he brought three large bright-blueporcelain flower vases. Poppy glanced at him, murmured,Gracious! This is a new one! Your father told me he was gettingmore of them, said Mr. Bracket. Come on! Lets get out into the gar4den, she said, moving quickly toward thewindow. I never can talk before make me that nervous. Im none too comfortable with themmyself, said Mr. Bracket as he followedher through the window. (to BE CONTINUED) THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Guard These Little Feet-Grown U] aH»ut»i»H»»»\t»i»v»miiHwu»>w»»»^ui»»i>»n»»»Hiih»»»i»»i»»»»(w>»»»»»inTm.
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